The lights in the armory maintenance are dim, only half the fixtures lit in the power conservation, and that the rooms sole occupant didn't need them all on anyway. The air, somewhat stuffy and humid as all air is that's been recycled, filtered or otherwise manhandled into breatheability is, smells strongly of machine oil, lubricants, and currently, hot metal.

A lone Mechari woman sits alone on a bench under one of the overhead lights wearing only a simple grease-stained frock, a heavy launcher resting across her knees as she carefully works a grinder over the length of the weapon. Several other tools rest nearby, ready for use.

((Anyone is more than welcome to drop in, this is a pretty casual thing. =) ))

Navigatrix squeezes a past from the bottle onto the launcher, which begins to smoke. Carefully, she leans forward and begins to etch with a fingertip.

"Refurbishment and customization. Typically, it was forbidden to personalize equipment that was taken into the field in my prior occupation. Now that I am attached to the Sovereigns and there are a few more degrees of latitude, I am able to...wax artistic a bit."

The woman peers closely at her work for a moment, then back up at Zylla.

"What about yourself? Have you always been here..." she waves an arm to indicate the ship "...or did you have a life before?"

"More like 'Get-me-outta-here-I-can't-breathe'!" Zylla laughed as she mimed her hands beating on nonexistent glass.

"Not that bad, tho', I did have a panic attack on the Ekose ship I stowed away to get off Mikros, where I had all the horizon anyone could ever want. The freight captain found me and I convinced him I could work... and he saw the value of having a Draken be part of the crew until we got to Cassus."

"Ah, but Nexus is something else. All my dreams and nightmares mashed together into a disgustingly delicious milkshake of contradictions." Zylla grinned and pointed. "Your turn!"

Working the polish into the metal with a terrycloth, Navigatrix gives a shrug of her own.

"For as long as that story can be, there is little of interest to tell. My cell, like many others, was given orders to report to Nexus and set to work at supporting Dominion forces here and undermining the Exiles whenever possible. We were given a surprising degree of freedom in our operation methodology."

She looks up from her work, dabbing on a bit more polish while picking through the supplies that surrounded her, glancing up at Zylla while she talked.

"We realized that we could optimize our effectiveness as independent agents. Dissolved the cell and went our separate ways. I chose to integrate myself with the Sovereigns because of their service record. And here I am."

Navigatrix pauses for a moment in her work, frowning. "That does sound more complicated out loud than it did in my head."